Anyone who has had a child in, oh, the last 5000 years or so, will recognize the drill. Said child -- teenager don't forget -- has a routine appointment. Parent must interrupt day to take child to appointment. Child told to be ready by certain time in advance of appointment. Child asked several times and finally told to put on shoes so the two of you can leave for the blasted appointment.
Sigh.
Two photos of yesterday's attire shot while hanging around waiting for the Young Master to get his shoes on to leave the house and journey 10 minutes up the road for an appointment Wednesday afternoon. A slightly more casual variation of the typical uniform around these parts. I am especially fond of the way this particular jacket goes with this particular pair of khakis.
Parenthetically, I came across the latest Ben Silver catalog while gathering a few things from the floor on my side of the bed later in the day, and deposited it quietly in his nibs' bedroom on my way downstairs to the recycling can in the garage. You know. Gotta keep sowing the seeds.
With apologies to Tears for Fears.
-- Heinz-Ulrich
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